Seventy two hundred

The minibus drove the large troops to the depths of the village.

In Inner Mongolia in August, the sun is strong and the wind is strong in the afternoon. When the window is opened on the galloping car, the dry heat wave suddenly pours in, curling up the hair and the corners of the clothes.

Guan Ming still sat a few rows behind. This seat had a good view, and he didn't have to turn his head. He could clearly see the movement of the people in the front row just by raising his eyes.

Xu Tang in the front row turned his head, his eyes quickly scanned the scene outside the window, thinking about the next shooting.

The sunlight was shining on his face, it was too bright, I'm afraid I can't shoot anything at this time, I can only step on the scene.

Xu Tang thought of contacting the subject with Xiaohe a few days ago, and felt a little bit difficult.

The "Small Town" series of documentaries that Master threw to him were issued by the Ministry of Tourism as a document, and the team was named and asked to do it. It is a large-scale project intended to spread the unique culture of various places.

Filming the first season this year, they went to 4-5 local villages and towns, combined with the season and environment, the first stop they came to Inner Mongolia.

Kanchuan Town was selected by his master. It used to be a part of the Mu Us Sandy Land. In the last century, the sky was filled with yellow sand and there was no water left. After decades of cooperative governance between the government and the people, the shadow of sand has almost disappeared here.

The subject of the photo was also selected by his master in advance. The town is now covered with layers of green, and the most important thing to ignore is the group of sand control workers in the past.

Their films should not only show the beautiful scenery of Kanchuan Township, the green plants everywhere, and the people in the town living and working in peace and contentment, but more importantly, they should also restore the scenes of the sand control people who planted trees under the wind and sand.

That is the most precious memory in this town.

Xu Tang unscrewed a bottle of water to drink, his eyes still looking out of the window, letting the strong wind and the scorching sun hit his face: "Xiao He, our main subject this time, Mr. Bo Rit, is the only one left at home ?”

"Yes, guide," Xiaohe took out his notebook, flipped through his notes, and spoke quickly, "I'm the only one left in my uncle's house. His wife passed away almost ten years ago, and his son passed away four years ago. There is also a daughter, who was married to another province earlier, and rarely comes back during the holidays, and we have communicated with the village party secretary several times, and after all, he only agreed to shoot at noon..."

Xiaohe's voice was not too loud, but his speech was surprisingly fast, causing Guan Ming to look up again.

His eyes were fixed on Xu Tang's right hand holding the bottle. His fingers were thin, white and slender, and the knuckles were not rough at all. It was difficult to connect with the photographic equipment weighing twenty or thirty kilograms.

Guan Ming has very good eyesight and can see clearly even several rows away.

You can clearly see Xu Tang's beautiful Adam's apple rolling slightly on his slender neck, and you can even see clearly the corners of his mouth that are a little wet, with healthy pink lips, facing Xiaohe's machine gun-like words. Quickly open and close to respond.

The two lips are pursed from time to time, and the tip of the tongue slips out occasionally.

The light that hit Xu Tang's face was too strong, dazzling. Guan Ming felt thirsty for a while, unscrewed a bottle of water and took a few sips, put on sunglasses, turned his head and closed his eyes for a nap.

Xu Tang sighed silently, turned his gaze back from the window, and pondered for a while.

As the government gets more and more involved, desertification control is gradually standardized, and the town is getting better and better. There are only a few civilian sand control people who acted spontaneously decades ago, and now there are very few.

Some are old, and some are no longer alive.

The subject selected by Master, Pori Te, is probably the only person who still insists on planting trees in this small town that has recreated the oasis.

The minibus turned two corners and pulled the large troops to a stop outside a crumbling fence.

There are trees planted in a radius of ten miles, but this is the only place left for the residents.

"Director Xu, we're here!"

Na Risong stepped down from the Volkswagen co-pilot leading the way and waved to Xu Tang and the others.

"Guide!" Xu Tang was stopped by Fang Fei before jumping out of the car, and she told her in a sweet voice, "Put on your coat and let it dry!"

Master Han got out of the car first, and was already standing outside the minibus smoking a cigarette. Hearing this sound, he popped his head again, and teased with a smile: "We Tangtang is delicate and delicate, so we shouldn't be sunburned!"

"Your uncle!" Xu Tang cursed back, but still took the clothes Fang Fei gave him. He put on a thin layer of white sun protection clothing neatly. Some couldn't hold back: "I'm not allergic, can you stop calling me like a little girl?"

Xiao He and Fang Fei got out of the car behind him and covered their mouths while laughing.

Guan Mingmao stooped to get out of the car, with sunglasses on his face, his eyes hidden behind the lenses, his expression was unclear.

Da Fei is also a quick talker, and he started chattering as soon as he jumped out of the car: "It's quite interesting to have a broken fence."

Guan Ming stood not far behind Xu Tang, took off his sunglasses, scanned the surrounding environment, and looked up at the sky. It was not until two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was the most unsuitable time for shooting.

Fu put the sunglasses back on again.

The mayor, A Rishan, returned to the town beforehand, and the village party secretary Na Risong, accompanied by two subordinates, took out his mobile phone and knocked on the door.

The sun is baking this land, and the small gray-yellow houses are surrounded by uneven Haloxylon, strange willow, Artemisia annua and camel thorns, and some unnamed weeds in the sand, step on them, and walk around , when it comes out, there are small thorns on the legs, and it can't be removed.

The sky is high and far away, and the clouds are moving very fast in the sky, like an unstoppable sailboat sailing on the sea.

The 73-year-old Bozhite walked out of such a blue sky and green trees, wearing an exaggeratedly gorgeous purple Mongolian robe, and walked out of the dilapidated small house alone.

The Mongolian robe looks bright and eye-catching from a distance, but it looks dilapidated and old up close.

Visible frayed threads in several places.

Da Fei was young and ignorant, and almost couldn't help complaining. He looked at Guan Ming with a serious expression, and immediately closed his mouth tightly.

Na Risong enthusiastically introduced Xu Tang and the others, Bo Rit nodded, and walked out of the fence with Na Risong.

Porit has dark skin and a strong figure. He walked up to the minibus, facing a dozen No. 20 people without any fear, with a serious face and a high-pitched voice: "What do you want to shoot?"

Attracting everyone's attention, Guan Ming also took a silent look.

He is a Mongolian man with a bit of a temper.

Xu Tang stepped forward to say what he wanted, with a warm smile on his face, Xiao He and Fang Fei helped, and Po Rit occasionally nodded.

"Let's shoot now," Porit said, and took out an elderly phone and seemed to check the time: "I told them that we can only shoot at noon."

A group of people stayed in place, waiting for the director to speak.

Before Bo Rit left the house, Xu Tang had already looked around the surroundings of the house. He only hesitated for a second or two, and calmly said, "Shoot."

Xu Tang turned his head, glanced at Guan Ming, and said a short sentence behind him: "Take the machine."

Da Fei frowned, squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky. The sun was too dazzling. He looked at Guan Ming and asked, "Are you sure you want to shoot now? This light?"

"Take it first," Guan Ming directed him and another assistant, Leizi, to move the equipment from the car, and squatted down to start working on the camera.

With the director's order, the film crew got busy.

"Xiaoguan, come here."

Xu Tang turned sideways and waved, beckoning Guan Ming who was concentrating on fiddling with the equipment.

Guan Ming frowned calmly, then got up, put his sunglasses on the back of his neck, and walked to Xu Tang's side in two or three steps.

As soon as Guan Ming stood up, Xu Tang was surrounded by a strong sense of pressure from the height difference.

There are also many love comparisons between men. To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than how tall, how long, how thick, how long... those things.

Xu Tang pretended to be relaxed, stretched out his hand and patted Guan Ming's arm lightly, and said lightly, "Listen together and see how we shoot next."

Guan Ming followed without making a sound.

While assembling the equipment, Leizi couldn't help but glance in the direction of Guan Ming and Xu Tang, and waited for the two to walk a little further before he dared to ask in confusion, "What's wrong with Brother Ming today?"

Big fly:?

Leizi: "Like an obedient little daughter-in-law..."

Big fly:……

He laughed and scolded Lei Ziju for his insanity, looked up at the backs of Guan Ming and Xu Tang walking side by side, and twitched the corners of his mouth thoughtfully.

Xu Tang has quit smoking, but he has not given up the habit of respecting cigarettes.

During the Chinese New Year, his parents went on a trip to Europe, and when they came back, they brought him two Marlboros in the sun, and they haven't finished them yet at home. This time on a business trip, Xu Tang stuffed one in the box.

"I'm not in a hurry to shoot you today, let's chat with you first, and you show us around." He took out a box of Marlboro Pops from his pocket, tore open the package, and took out a toast to Bo Rit: "Come here Gener?"

Porit didn't blink his eyes, but waved his hand in refusal: "No, thank you."

Xu Tang felt a burst of embarrassment spread to his back. The sun made him feel hot all over, but his hand had already acted before his brain, so in the next second, the cigarette case with a white cigarette holder on it turned around and was handed over to the door. In front of Ming.

"Xiao Guan, you..." Halfway through the words, Xu Tang, who was as careful as dust, remembered what the photography assistant Da Fei who spoke with a Wu dialect accent said - "Brother Ming doesn't smoke other cigarettes."

Xu Tang handed the cigarette halfway, and wanted to take it back: "Then what kind of cigarettes do you usually smoke?"

The arm was held by Guan Ming.

Guan Ming's fingertips were covered with a thin layer of calluses, and his palms were very hot. Xu Tang stroked his sleeves up because of the heat. He was inexplicably concerned about the skin-to-skin contact at this moment, so he subconsciously looked at his blocked wrist. .

"Da Fei is talking nonsense", Guan Ming let go of his hand, took out the innocent cigarette that wanted to be respectful, and took a deep look at Xu Tang.

Xu Tang understood, and immediately took out another lighter, flipped the lid off with a "snap", and the fire was lit.

Guan Ming moved his face closer, lowered his head, held the cigarette to his mouth with one hand, and covered the wind with the other. He raised his eyes, and the sharpness in his eyes fluttered out like a net, making Xu Tang uncomfortable.

Guan Ming's broad palm completely wrapped Xu Tang's hands for lighting the lighter, staring at Xu Tang with a pair of eagle eyes, and took the first puff of cigarette into his lungs before letting him go.

"Thank you."

Guan Ming exhaled smoke rings: "Next time I will smoke mine for you."